Guilt rising like bubbles of boiling water,
A shade of crimson red
Shivering as they feel the outside cold touch
They flow
They flow out from the rut...
As the eyes welcome the gray haze ,
She lies in the bathtub...
Trying to purify herself in the waters of confusion
Arises an interrogation,
What hurts the most?
The deep cut around my wrist,
The waters sucking out the oxygen from the lungs
Or the gnawing pain that is flowing out through my eyes...
Or the heartbeats running in a race.

No answer filled the blank space,
As the interrogative sentence turned rhetorical,
The sound of breathing dropped with a pin drop silence..

With open arms and glint of happiness ...
It welcomed her,
Behind it , followed a pleasant noise of incomplete silence and moans...
She embraced it,
As her eyes welcomed black haze,
And at last she felt home.

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❤love yourself, be you❤